Kathy Andrews - Mommy_s horny boys

She bucked her hips up, driving her son almost to his knees. She drew her legs back, lifting her cunt high, loving the hard banging of his cock into her burning cunt. She had wanted to be fucked by her son – either of her sons – for so long. She wanted to fuck them both and wallow in fucking with them. She wanted them to fuck her until her naked body was a mass of trembling ecstasy.

"Ohhh, fuck that cunt, baby!" she groaned. "Fuck Mother's hot, wet cunt! My pussy is so hot and hungry for your beautiful cock, Gary! Ooooo, I'm still coming! Feel Mother's cunt coming. Cry! Can you feel Mother's cunt burning your sweet, hard cock! More… fuck me more! Don't stop fucking me – never!"

Gary sucked hard at her tit, his tongue licking frantically, his cock pounded with a frenzy, his balls slapping his mother's upraised ass. The higher she pulled her knees, the closer he came to standing up. Joanie was clinging to his hips, jerking him forward with almost brutal force. Through the spasms of her coming cunt, she could still feel the hot throbbing of his prick.

Gary's gasping grunts excited Joanie and she pressed a hand at the back of his head, smashing his mouth hard onto her tit. His licking tongue swirled about her sensitive nipple, increasing the delicious sensations of orgasm in her cunt. She twisted and wiggled and tossed her ass about wildly, urging her son to fuck harder and faster. She wanted him to come, to feel the boiling squirt of his come juice splashing and filling her greedy cunt.

But Gary's cock remained hard, banging into her slippery, convulsing cunt. His hips was flying up and down, the wet sounds in the room. Joanie was gasping loudly, becoming weak from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. She had to lower her ass and spread her legs out. She lay shaking as her son continued to fuck her. She lay with legs and arms spread wide, eyes closed, her cunt going through the final convulsions of ecstasy.

Gary finally stopped fucking her, resting heavily on top of his mother.

"You didn't come," she whispered. "What's wrong, Gary? Isn't it good?"

"I can't, Mom," he said, sounding ashamed. "I can't come."

Joanie understood immediately. He was still too young to come. She caressed his back. "Don't worry. When the time comes, you're going to really come. Don't worry about it, baby."

"Randy can come," he said.

"Oh, he can, can he?"

"He told me you'd never let me do this with you," Gary said.

"I guess we showed him, didn't we?"

"Wait until he finds out!" Gary said.

"You're going to tell him?"

Gary lifted his face and looked at his mother. Her eyes seemed moist and very bright. "You don't want me to tell him?"

"Oh, I don't mind, Gary," she said, pulling her son's face back to her tits, smiling at the ceiling. "I wouldn't mind at all. Sure, tell him we're fucking."

Joanie sat on the couch, her feet up and leaning back on the arm rest. She was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her nipples thrust against the thin blouse.

Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although Joanie wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared lickable, kissable.

She was looking at Randy, her oldest son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his mother and failing. His eyes flicked at her often, gazing for just a second at her pantied cunt, then turning away quickly. Joanie was amused by his nervousness, of his hunger.

"Where did Gary run off to, honey?" she asked in a low, seductive voice.

"Around," Randy said, averting his eyes.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"When?"

"Yesterday," she replied, her voice a whisper. "Did he… tell you anything?"

Randy glanced at his mother, his eyes going to her revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn't work and he nodded.

"What did he tell you, Randy?"

Joanie felt a throbbing around her cunt and the urge to rub it was strong. She could feel the hairy lips starting to pulsate, as if they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow.

"Tell me what he said," she insisted. "I want to know what he told you."

"Aw, just some kind of bullshit…" He stopped quickly, blushing.

"Bullshit?" she smiled. "He told you some kind of bullshit?"

Randy nodded, his face red.

"What bullshit?" Joanie asked. "Are you sure it was bullshit, darling? What if he told you the truth?"

Randy squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered lashes. "It was," he mumbled. "You wouldn't do anything like that, Mom, not with Gary."

"Are you sure about that?" she teased, licking at the tip of her finger. "Are you really sure I wouldn't?"

"Would you?" he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear him.

"Mmmmmmm," Joanie responded, sucking on the tip of her finger, swinging her closed knees from side to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. "Maybe."

Randy's eyes opened a bit and he gazed at her, watching her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.

"What if I ask you?" she whispered very softly. "What if I asked you to do it, too?"

"Really, Mom?"

With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her thighs, nodding her head. Randy forgot about concealing his hard-on. He stared hard when his mother parted her knees now. The crotch of her flimsy panties was stretched, with dark hair sticking from the edges. Joanie pulled her finger from her mouth and began to circle one straining nipple through her blouse, her eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son's cock along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of his jeans. The view made her breath catch.

Randy watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned.

"What's the matter, honey?" Joanie whispered.

"Mom, don't do that!" he gulped.

"Why? It's fun."

"I think I might…"

"Come?" she supplied when he paused. "Seeing me do this might make YOU come in your pants?"

Randy nodded, his eyes fixed on her finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of his mother's cunt.

"You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I can think of a better place for you to come."

Randy couldn't believe it.

Joanie hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to the side and showing her pink, wet, hairy cunt to her son. Her eyes were hot and moist as she watched him. Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips, teasing him.

"Don't, Mom!" he groaned.

"You touch it, honey," she whispered, her voice very low. "You touch my pussy, then."

Randy sat staring at his mother's cunt, almost frozen. Then his body jerked and he scooted toward her, sliding his ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between his mother's spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt was tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent lips and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Joanie lifted her hips slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles were against the lips.